All Chapters of MAID OF REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I awoke to the sharp, insistent blare of the alarm clock piercing the early morning silence. Still nestled beneath the warm covers, I stretched my arms overhead, feeling the pleasant pull in my muscles, then rubbed the sleep from my eyes with the heels of my palms. With a deep yawn, I pushed myself upright and gathered my long, dark hair, twisting it neatly into a ponytail and securing it with a simple hair tie. Today, I needed to rise earlier than usual. The Madrid family’s children were scheduled to return to the country the following day, and Mrs. Amalia and I had been tasked with thoroughly cleaning the entire mansion in preparation for their arrival. From a young age, I had learned to stand on my own two feet. My father suffered from a chronic heart condition, and I was determined to ease the weight he carried through life. I had never known my mother; she passed away shortly after giving birth to me, or so my father had always said. With no other relatives living nearby, it h

Nathan sat quietly in the living room, absorbed in his phone. He was clearly accustomed to his sister’s lively and unpredictable energy. After their brief conversation, Joy and Ara returned to their respective tasks, leaving Nathan to lounge on the sofa, remote in hand, flipping through television channels. Meanwhile, Ara was searching for her beloved pet dog, Amber. Like clockwork, it was time for Amber’s daily bath. Ara treated her golden retriever more like a cherished family member than a pet—complete with regular grooming, premium care, and unwavering affection. “Amber! Amber!” Ara called out softly, her voice echoing through the grand hallways of the mansion. She wandered from room to room, checking the usual hiding spots. After circling the back garden and scanning the shaded patio where Amber often lounged, Ara still couldn’t find her. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Where could she be this time? Returning inside, Ara moved quietly through the corridors, hoping not to disturb

Nathan I sat across from Ara in the hushed sanctuary of the university library, the faint scent of aged paper and polished wood lingering in the air. My mind was still tangled in quiet confusion. Why had she so gently but firmly rejected my offer of friendship? Yet every time I looked at her, the question softened. Her face was a study in quiet grace—porcelain-smooth skin, delicate features framed by strands of dark hair that caught the golden light filtering through the tall windows. I couldn’t help but smile, captivated by the subtle curve of her lips and the way her lashes cast faint shadows across her cheeks. Before I could lose myself further in thought, rapid footsteps shattered the silence. Joy burst into view, breathless, her eyes wide with urgency. She rushed toward our table, her school uniform slightly disheveled from running. We stood up instinctively, startled by her sudden appearance. “What happened?” I asked, concern sharpening my voice. “Your sister is coming,” J

Ara I glanced at him again, noting the slight pallor beneath his sun-weathered skin and the way he sometimes pressed a hand to his chest when he thought I wasn’t looking. His heart condition wasn’t something we talked about often, but it hovered between us like a shadow—fragile, unspoken. What if my fears became a burden too heavy for him? What if the truth made him worry, strained him, and then… what if he disappeared too? “Ah…” He nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck in that familiar way of his. A small, understanding smile touched his lips, though his eyes lingered on me a second longer than usual, as if searching for cracks in my carefully built façade. “Is that so? Well, don’t push yourself too hard.” I’ll make us some coffee before I head out for my walk. You want eggs?” I managed a nod, my throat tight. As he turned toward the kitchen, his footsteps steady but careful, I stood there in the hallway, gripping the edge of the doorframe. The weight of unsaid words pr

ARA The rest of the day blurred by in a haze of lectures, notes, and quiet determination. By the time the final bell rang, my father was already waiting outside the school gates in our modest car, just as he did every afternoon. Joy and I climbed in, exchanging tired but relieved smiles. We had survived another day at this elite university—navigating challenging lessons, unspoken social hierarchies, and the constant pressure to prove ourselves worthy of the opportunity Don Benedict and Madam Lucia had given us. Each passing day reminded us that preparation was everything. Tomorrow could bring surprise quizzes or major examinations, so we pushed ourselves relentlessly. Back at the grand Madrid mansion, Joy and I slipped into our familiar evening routine. We changed into our work uniforms and tackled our chores—dusting the expansive living areas, preparing dinner, and tending to the laundry. Even as my hands stayed busy, my mind refused to rest. Nervous energy coiled tightly in my